If You Suddenly And Unexpectedly Feel Joy,

To Pay Attention, This Is Our Endless And Proper Work.

Let Me Keep My Mind On What Matters, Which Is My Work, Which Is Mostly Standing Still And Learning To Be Astonished.

I Know Death Is The Fascinating Snake Under The Leaves, Sliding And Sliding; I Know The Heart Loves Him Too, Can't Turn Away, Can't Break The Spell. Everything Wants To Enter The Slow Thickness, Aches To Be Peaceful Finally And At Any Cost. Wants To Be Stone.

So This Is How You Swim Inward. So This Is How You Flow Outwards. So This Is How You Pray.

When Will You Have A Little Pity For Every Soft Thing That Walks Through The World, Yourself Included.